Disciple of Passion
Darkness glitters; as the sparkle
of eternal stars crowns the night.
And a bejeweled canopy
twinkles with their flickering light.
A gilded moon reveals Her face;
the Goddess of enchanted beams.
And I dismiss modal logic;
in favor of magic and dreams.
Late in the night, sleep severs strings,
allowing for untethered dreams.
And anxiety floats away
on an echo of trickling streams.
My mind is set free; to explore
feelings of love and compassion.
And not as a puppet of lust;
but a disciple of passion.
Within this surreal slumber
I expand the fringes of hope.
And sheltered from reality,
I'm finally able to cope.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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